Chapter 28 – ELLIE #2
He makes that broken sound again, his hips stuttering. The praise is affecting him, making him lose that careful control. Good. I want him wild. Want him to forget everything except how good this feels.
"Harder," I breathe against his ear. "You won't hurt me. I promise."
He obeys, his thrusts getting deeper, faster. The angle hits something inside me that makes my vision white out again. I'm going to come again, can feel it building already.
His breathing's ragged through the mask, his massive hands gripping my hips with bruising force that I'm going to feel tomorrow. Good. I want the reminder. Want to look at those marks and remember this moment when everything finally made sense.
"That's it," I gasp, my nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks of my own. "Don't hold back."
He doesn't. Each thrust hits that perfect spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
My second orgasm hits without warning, and I hope the campus is as dead as it should be at this hour, because I can't hold back the scream that escapes my lips.
I clench around him so hard he actually moans and my whole body arches off the ground as pleasure erases every thought except more.
"Tank," I cry out, beyond giving a shit if anyone hears. "Fuck, Tank, I'm—"
He fucks me through it, his hips never stopping even as my pussy spasms around him. The overstimulation borders on painful but I don't want him to stop. Don't want this to end. Don't want to go back to reality where he won't look at me and I'm just a captive princess in a pink room.
Then he freezes.
His whole body goes rigid, cock buried to the hilt inside me, and his hand scrambles to sign. Should I— He pulls back slightly, panic clear in his eyes. Should I pull out?
"What?" My brain's still foggy from the orgasm, struggling to process. "No, don't stop—"
I could— His signs are frantic now. Get you—
Oh. Oh fuck, he thinks he's going to get me pregnant.
"I have an IUD," I say quickly, pulling him back down against me. "It's fine. You can finish inside me."
He blinks, confused.
Right. Tank definitely doesn't know what the fuck that is. Why would he?
"It's birth control," I explain, keeping my voice gentle even though my pussy's still clenching around him and I'm desperate for him to move again. "I can't get pregnant. So you can come inside me. It's safe."
Understanding floods his expression, followed immediately by relief and something darker. Possessive. The idea that he can claim me completely, mark me from the inside, clearly appeals to some primal part of him as much as it does me.
And fuck, I want this. I want his come inside me, filling me up even more when it already feels like I'm stretched impossibly.
His hips start moving again, slower now but deeper. Each thrust makes me gasp, my oversensitive nerves lighting up like fireworks. He's chasing his release with single-minded focus, and watching him lose himself in pleasure is almost as good as coming myself.
His rhythm breaks, becomes erratic. And then he's coming.
Hot and thick, flooding me with enough come that I can feel it leaking out around his cock with each thrust. He buries his face against my neck, his whole body shaking with the force of his orgasm, and I hold him through it, my nails scraping the massive muscles of his shoulders and upper back.
"Tank," I breathe, my arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers carding through his dark hair. "Fuck, yes, Tank. Inside me. All of you."
The muffled sound he makes is pure satisfaction.
We stay like that for a while, him collapsed on top of me, his cock softening inside me as we both catch our breath. The weight of him is perfect.
Finally, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him so we're facing each other in the grass. I feel the loss of him as come trickles down my thighs and realize I'm going to be limping back to my car. His hand finds mine, fingers interlacing.
Thank you, he signs with his free hand, those dark eyes gazing into mine with wonder and adoration.
"For what?"
Choosing me. The signs are slow, deliberate. First.
"Don't thank me for that," I tell him, and mean it. "If I could go back, if I could change things... it would always be you first, Tank."
He brings our joined hands to his chest, right over his heart. I can feel it beating beneath my palm, steady and strong, and something in my own chest cracks wide open.
I bury my face in his neck.
This. This is what I've been missing. Not the sex—though that was incredible—but the connection. The feeling of being chosen, of mattering to someone who sees past the senator's stepdaughter facade to the girl underneath.
The sky's starting to go from hazy dusk to a deep, navy blue. We should move. Should get dressed before someone stumbles across us. But I don't want to break this moment. Don't want to go back to being their captive when I can stay here and just be his.
My phone buzzes in my discarded skirt.
I ignore it.
It buzzes again. And again.
"Shit." I reluctantly pull away from Tank, reaching for the fabric. My whole body protests the movement, muscles I didn't know I had screaming their complaints. Worth it.
The screen shows three texts from Kade.
KADE
Class ended four minutes ago.
Tracker says you're still on campus. Not moving.
You have ten minutes to get your ass on the road. Or I'm coming to find you.
"Fuck." I show Tank the messages. "This is going to cause World War Three."
He reads them, and I see the corner of his visible eye crinkle. His sweat-dampened hair is obscuring the scarred one. His hands move in a sign that's almost lazy. Probably. Worth it.
The laugh that escapes me is genuine, surprised. "Yeah. Definitely worth it."
I start gathering my clothes, wincing as Tank's come drips down my thighs. My panties are destroyed—grass-stained and stretched—so I use them to clean up the slickness between my thighs as best I can and shove them into my pocket.
Tank's already dressed by the time I get my shirt straightened. He watches me struggle with my shoes, those dark eyes tracking my every movement like he's memorizing this moment too.
He gets down on one knee and takes my shoe strap between his massive hands, buckling it delicately around my ankle. My heart stutters a little at the gallant gesture, then he offers a hand to pull me to my feet with zero effort.
My legs immediately try to give out.
Rather than looking smugly satisfied like every other man would be that he'd fucked me so thoroughly I can't walk straight, Tank catches me with a look of pure concern.
"I'm fine," I tell him, slipping my arms around his neck. "My knight in shining armor."
Relief smoothes his visible features and he carries me through the trees, following the path back toward campus. The quiet between us isn't awkward anymore. It's comfortable. Easy. Like we've finally found our rhythm again after four years of silence.
Too bad it's probably going to get us both killed when we face Kade.
My car comes into view at the edge of the lot, the pink Audi gleaming in the street lights. And leaning against it, arms crossed, expression dark enough to curdle milk, is Kade. Standing in the shadows. Flicking that fucking lighter he's never without.
Fuck.
How long has he been waiting? It didn't take us that long to get out of the woods. Did he track me here the second I didn't respond? The GPS in this collar is apparently more accurate than I thought.
Tank's hand stiffens on my thigh, but he doesn't let me go. Doesn't put me down. Instead, he stops walking and makes a low, rumbling sound that's…
A growl.
Yep, Tank is growling.
Protecting me.
From his own brother.
Kade's eyes narrow. He takes in my rumpled, grass-stained clothes, the fact that Tank is holding me, and considering my position, I'm sure he can see I'm not wearing any panties underneath the skirt.
We might as well be wearing a neon sign that says "we just fucked."
"Getting a little extra credit, Princess?" Kade's voice is deceptively calm, which is somehow worse than if he were yelling. "Didn't realize outdoor education was part of your fucking curriculum."
"Kade," I choke out, my mind reeling from the fact that he was just fucking texting me, and now he's here. "You said you were coming if I wasn't on the road in ten fucking minutes!"
"What can I say? I'm not a patient man. I got tired of waiting."
His lips curl back in a grin that's pure menace, but his eyes bore straight into Tank.
“And it looks like I'm not the only one.”
To Be Continued…